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Nov. 25th, 2008 08:08 pmToday in 1867, Alfred Nobel was granted the patent for dynamite. Boom.
All the radio and television commercials lately have been devoted to the yearly shopping crusade known as Black Friday. Target opens at 5 am! Kohl's opening at 4! Carolina Place Mall will start selling at 1!! Come out and buy BUY BUY!!! Almost makes me miss the campaign ads. You see, I don't do crowds well. The press of so many people, most of whom are taller than me and blocking out the sun, sends me into a private panic. I don't understand the allure of Black Friday. There's a sale price? Big deal. I don't think there's a price low enough to make me want to roll out of bed at three in the morning to stand shoulder to shoulder with seven hundred complete strangers in the hope that I can grab one of the fifty flat-screen TVs the store has in stock, wrestle it to the checkout and then to the car, hoping no one slugs me in the parking lot to steal it. I hate feeling like I'm being played, and Black Friday is the ultimate manipulation.
*sigh* Those of you who do enjoy the crush, I hope you have a great time Friday and that you get everything you're going out to buy. I'll be hiding in my house, perhaps shopping online a bit, and reveling in the peace.
All the radio and television commercials lately have been devoted to the yearly shopping crusade known as Black Friday. Target opens at 5 am! Kohl's opening at 4! Carolina Place Mall will start selling at 1!! Come out and buy BUY BUY!!! Almost makes me miss the campaign ads. You see, I don't do crowds well. The press of so many people, most of whom are taller than me and blocking out the sun, sends me into a private panic. I don't understand the allure of Black Friday. There's a sale price? Big deal. I don't think there's a price low enough to make me want to roll out of bed at three in the morning to stand shoulder to shoulder with seven hundred complete strangers in the hope that I can grab one of the fifty flat-screen TVs the store has in stock, wrestle it to the checkout and then to the car, hoping no one slugs me in the parking lot to steal it. I hate feeling like I'm being played, and Black Friday is the ultimate manipulation.
*sigh* Those of you who do enjoy the crush, I hope you have a great time Friday and that you get everything you're going out to buy. I'll be hiding in my house, perhaps shopping online a bit, and reveling in the peace.
